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Quintin's POV:

Sometimes I wonder why God calls me to be the way I am. I don't want to get into it, but there was a point in my life where I hated myself. Although, I can't sit here and say that I absolutely love myself but I do however find myself more bearable to live with. I used to feel like my body was a house and my conscious self was a roomate alongside my subconscious.

They would fight and go back and forth just like any roommates do. Arguing about who was right and wrong. Sometimes one would win and that would affect the house and other time no one would win and there was a growing tension building inside the home. As a kid, I was surrounded by friends and family. My mom made it a rule to keep as many people close to you as much as you could.

It worked out, I grew up surrounded by love and friendships. So when I grew up I couldn't understand why I hated myself. Why was it that I felt so out of place in my body? Why did it feel like my brain didn't entirely belong to me? These were all questions I wasn't sure I'd ever get the answer to.

As Dante says, Jesus knew how I was going to be before I was even born, and he knows the plans he has for me that are greater then my struggles.

That's why when Jesus called me to come to L.A. I jumped at the opportunity. I know I'm here for a reason, and I know that whatever it is, He will take care of me.

As I got home, I threw the hotel key on the desk before planting face first into the bed. It was a long day, I was a leader at Dante's church so I usually didn't get home until around 8pm. People seem to think church only last for two or three hours when in actuality it was a full day job.

A smile stretched on my face as I thought back to my encounter with the beautiful bank clerk. Her deep brown eyes looking into mine and her angelic laugh that I would drown in whenever she let it out. I wanted nothing more then to get to know her but I could tell she was reserved.

I quickly washed up before doing my nightly prayers and getting into bed, falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up I quickly pressed the stop button on my alarm before throwing covers off my body. It was still pretty early in the morning and as sleep threatened to take me again, I dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After I got dressed, I grab my phone to see a missing call from my mom. I quickly call her back, holding the device to my ear as it runs a couple times.

"Quin?".

"Hey mama", I start, "How's it going?".

"Oh thank God, I was afraid you had died or something".

"Why would you think that?".

"Well you didn't answer my call sweetie", she replies swiftly, "I swear I was about to have the police on you in a second".

I chuckle at my mother's overbearing. She has always had a strong arm around me, no matter what age I was mom was always quick to protect me.

"How are you doing?".

"I can't complain. God is good, life is good".

"Amen, Amen. And how is Dante? I remember you saying he turned in his first official audition?".

I smile as I think about my friend. Dante has always wanted to be an actor, unfortunately as one does he found himself discarding the idea. This year, after some much needed pushing, he finally decided to try it and he auditioned for his first role as a lead in an upcoming Netflix movie.

"He's good and yeah you're right, he's really excited about it!", I reply through the phone.

"What about that girlfriend of his?", she asks, "What was her name? Trina? Trisha?".

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